fireflies
.
every time a new intersection’s built
around me
it winds up bristling with cameras
omniscient light poles sprout
a cornucopia of lenses spills out
a thousand robot retinas
recording everyday ephemera
the little things we do in cars
we might not want the world to know about
all snagged, digitized
and set in a binary log
for some bureaucratic lout
to survey, to scrutinize
to better get to know
the fireflies in his jar
.
by Jim Culleny
5/11/13